Tag: poetry
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How Can It Be?
I try to understand I try to empathize I try to rationalize Yet, my words get twisted Yet, my voice gets lost Yet, my heart gets pain How can it be – This change? This stranger? This feeling of loss? The more I try, the less I sleep The more I think, the less I…
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So Much to Smile About
When I sum up all that makes me happy – The color purple Korean food Teddy bears White roses A beautiful novel Hope in humanity Unity among men Shared joy and laughter My family My true friends My love – The sun shines a little brighter The air feels a little warmer And I smile…
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Dinner joke
Why is it funny to joke – “You’re adopted” Is my life funny to others? Is my lack of known heritage a joke? Is my lack of identity with any country or culture something to laugh about? Go ahead laugh it up Go ahead enjoy your position of power Go ahead try to forget the…
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Good For the Soul
They say laughter makes a healthy heart. For me, being with you is just the start. Not only do you make me laugh, But you really are like my other half. Where I am lacking You are abundant Where I am weak You are strong Time spent with you is never dull. You make every…
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Focused
The horns honkThe sirens blareAnd I do not care. The men gawkThe people stareAnd I do not care. The temperatures can conkThe weather may always be fairBut still I do not care. For nothing can knockMe out of this state, so rareBecause it’s for you That I care. -T~March 15, 2010 PS Not a great…
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My Constant
You are my north star as the Earth spins You are my sun as the clouds roll in You are my pillar as the ground moves and shifts You are my direction as the wind blows. It’s in your embrace I feel safe It’s in your hands I feel sure It’s in your eyes I…
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Disgusting Bliss
It’s as if… …I’ve been waiting all my life for you.…I’ve always known you deep within.…I’ve never really known love before. It’s as if… …you read my thoughts before I say them.…you know my heart without the words.…you have always loved me – and I you. -T~February 28, 2010
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The Angst
The writer longs for descriptionThe painter craves expressionThe sculptor aches for formationThe actor dreams of recognition and to what end? For whom do we describe our thoughts and feelings?From whom do we need to be recognized?For what do we desire to make form?For what do we gain recognition? is it to make the world better?is…
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Worthwhile
Sometimes I worry and fretSometimes I imagine what hasn’t happened yet. My heart still shudders at the memoryOf when you were away from me. And there are times when the fear sets inWill he still love me tomorrow…? But, then I see you and you smileThen I know all my worrying was not really worthwhile.…
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For Real?
Is this for real?A man who opens doorsA man who lets/requests that I go first? Is this for real?A man who tells me his thoughtsA man who shares his feelings? Is this for real?A man who is very masculine, butA man who appreciates style, quality and sense? Is he for real? -T~February 16, 2010
